Redmption 85


    For some reason, I didn’t find theplex lighting at the amusement park. daunting. Now, this


    seemed messy and I didn’t want to deal with it.


    “Don’t you trust me?” Brandon asked.


    “No, it’s just “My gaze fell on him. His shirt was noticeably dirty, and his pants.


    were wet.


    Seeing him like this, I felt a pang of guilt:


    “I’ve got this. Go on,” he said, patting my head. “Come on now.”


    I felt a tingle. Not long ago, Conrad had patted my head too, but it felt entirely


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    different with Brandon.


    I couldn’t describe this feeling. But it was abination of warmth, sweetness, and a touch of


    sourness. I felt like something I had longed for, suddenly fulfilled.


    Unable to face Brandon’s gaze, I quickly went to buy what he needed. When I returned, I saw


    Brandon mopping up the water in the hallway. Inside, the once- flooded floor was scrubbed clean


    and shining.


    While I was out buying supplies, he hadn’t been idle.


    At that moment, seeing the house clean as if it had never been flooded, I suddenly felt a lump in my


    throat.


    “I checked downstairs. There’s leakage, so you don’t need to


    no worry about


    This man was not only capable but also thorough. My throat tightened, leaving me speechless.


    Brandon–started fixing the pipes while I stood there watching. His hands moved skillfully, like when


    he adjusted the lights.


    Leaning against the door, I asked, “Brandon, is there anything you can’t do?”


    “Yes,” he answered without pausing his work.


    “What?”


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    He nced back at me. “Giving birth.”


    His words instantly lightened my somber mood, making meugh. I quipped,” You won’t be able to,


    as long as you make someone do it for you.”


    “Of course, that shouldn’t be a problem,” he replied.


    But I found myself at a loss for words, my face reddening. How did our conversation be so


    improper?


    To ease the awkwardness, I added, “Brandon, whoever marries you in the future will be very


    happy.”


    “Then why don’t you agree to marry me?” He always caught me off guard with his questions.


    I lowered my gaze, and after a while, I replied, “I’m tooplicated. Like you said, I have an ex–


    fiancé and ambiguous rtionships. You’ve never been in love. You’re too innocent. I’m not good


    enough for you.”


    Brandon didn’t say anything. I watched him silently for a moment before turning to the balcony to


    tend to the small potted flowers I had bought.


    Not long after, I heard Brandon going downstairs. Looking down from the balcony, I saw him lying


    on the ground again, turning on the valve.


    Was it fixed?


    I went to the kitchen are turned on the faucet.


    Clear water flowed and the newly reced faucet worked smoothly.


    I


    As I stared at the water, lost in thought, suddenly felt a presence behind me. Brandon’s long arm


    reached over. In a half–embracing posture, he turned off the water. His deep voice murmured in my


    ear, “Don’t you know how to conserve water?”


    My heart quivered slightly. I tried to retreat from his embrace, but he showed no intention of moving


    away.


    “Brandon…” I raised my hand to push him, but my palm met taut muscles.


    Instantly, it felt like I was gripping a scorching iron. The burning sensation quickly spread through


    my palm